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Well as I hinder my own history
Looking back through the lens of the destroyed me
Poetry went from an outlook of youth
and became a vessel of pain
Holding memories I live in to escape my truth
Good memories that hurt because they hold choices
I could not see then but could have saved me then
Hindsight 20/20 I may never wish to see again
Looking back further to reoccurring nightmare I had as a
Child.
My father leaving the car to go into a store being shot
And leaving nothing but a bic pen with his face
Seems so silly until fast forward and his railroad job kept
Him gone and his extra bic laid around to grab when
Needed.
Or the pen he kept in his fingers to quit smoking as
An adult that pen is his most prominent memory so
A nightmare or child's premonition
Epiphanies abound in the looking back glass
You almost catch it the warning in your life
The ones your looking back on. But in the past
You stop for a second shake it off ignoring yourself
Or maybe your wife
I know it not this way for everyone
But those who lost everything to an accident
If they would of stayed home to relax some
They still have a job a life and could pay rent
You know they still earn an income
Instead we are judged as bums with the folks that never left
Their parents home
Cause if you got nothing to offer
People are not in a hurry to learn your situation our
Spend time to understand and overcome
Nsw let's keep it easy he just a lazy but
And with the pandemic came s missed chance to understand
All the sudden everyone got a 1000 a month to help
Their income
And wouldn't you know it wasn't enough they wanted to give
Each kid a grand
Did they take that time to notice 1600 is most any disabled person might see no cause in that moment they were to freaking stupid to understand irony
Masculinity - My Animus
Though female, animus dwells deep in me
with strengths of leadership and business sense,
in being ruled by productivity
in ways that show command without pretense.
Assertiveness, decisiveness occurs
within the realm of varied business skills
where mathematics flair robustly stirs
accounting chores, like income taxes, bills.
Supportive instincts move within my soul,
the need to organize and plan with care.
Investment and financial smart control,
with honed computer skills, help me prepare.
A steady love of deep protective kind
that speaks commitment and strong loyalty,
focused attentiveness, resolve combined;
these are the traits of animus in me.
My animus serves well on business side.
My anima, artistic gifts provide.
Sandra M. Haight
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: Animus-Anima Part II--Animus
Sponsor: Tom Quigley
Judged: 06/26/2016
Awesomely amazing is God's mercy*
Bountiful in His boundless clemency
Compassion-filled complementing His grace
Directed for mankind's redemption-brace.
Expressed by the Scriptures as gift divine
Forgiveness-wrapped with the Spirit's seal sign
Greatly offered to me for blessed claim
His mercy I received, trusting Christ's name.
Imputed with holiness as mercy's grant
Judging me guiltless; now, I'm jubilant...
Kindness of the King reached down to my soul
Love He wrought for my liberty-led goal.
Mercy of the Lord assures me heaven
Nourishing me with wisdom, truth-driven
Optimizing my faith for good works' height
Prodding me toward ministry delight.
Quickened against eternal punishment
Revived am I by mercy's fulfillment
Serving my Master Whom I vow to please...
Thanking Him forever, never to cease!
*Psalm 136:2 O give thanks unto the God of gods: for his mercy endureth for ever.
Quatrain in ABC form
March 29, 2019
3rd place, "YOUR CHOICE(6),any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/11/2019.
To whom it may concern,
When will be the day when political thoughts will evolve, when racism can stop and end this brutality and call it case closed,
I want to be a good man righteously involved
Within this community raped by you all,
I am judged by my skin color and my spoken word, singled out by those with authority and clean uniform,
When will be the day when I'm not seen as ignorant because of where I am from, see I am educated and I speak well enough,
When will these families stop burying their own
Marginalized unjustly for being dead broke,
Many of these souls see the light too soon and are very young, I don't carry a smile as if this was a joke,
When will I walk into a home not broken by these useless drugs, stop generalizing you can't call us thugs,
Give me the right to be a good man and show you results, do not shoot me down if I expose you to my faults,
I ask of a time of prosperity without the severity of punishment from these discriminatory laws,
When can I have a voice and speak from the heart and the top of my lungs, I don't want to be chased by dogs or water cannons as some have before,
When will I have the option to put a roof over my head that perhaps I can afford,
Perhaps I'm too gifted and to get out I must play a sport, or become a survivor of the hood and engage in society's war.
Will my life always be full of despair?
I always took chances in life
I get judged on the choices I make because I think outside the box
I always had to fight for everything I ever wanted
Always had others jealous of me because of charisma my perky ways
But it completes me
Why people let despair weary their heart
Always had to defend my name in this cold world
But this cold world will put you in shape
Now I’m free in this world no longer living in the box
Society has placed me in
I’m now free from the box now I’m the egotistical girl
That moved to the country to fulfill her dreams and goals
Society is now annoyed with this young lady that what was once lost in the wilderness
She found her magic herself love herself confidence
She can care less about about being in despair.
December
December, known as
last month of our year,
brings happiness to
celebration, cheer.
Soon January will
begin, appear
with new beginnings
wipe the old year clear.
A time to tally up
the happy, sad
those prior months,
before December had.
Months, torn away
from calendars like mad,
now gone; new year
awaits its launching pad.
December closes
circle of year's time
the ending of beginning,
now pastime.
Completion of December
is the sign
A brand new year
will enter our lifetime.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: December
Sponsor: Chase Trevi
Judged: 11/2/2015
Special child triumphs midst physical zest
Expressing his love with warm gestures’ best
As his hugs and embrace
Reign over wheelchair race
Making him the winner in running test!
In pursuit to be champ in sports fest
Our special son is cheered to the fullest
While siblings with God's grace*
Drive him for success-pace
So, they all receive trophy, feeling blest!
*2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
May 14, 2024
4th place, "A New Funny or Bawdy Limerick Set" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 5/25/2024
Among our three dogs of mongrel breed
that mingle well with kittens
in their jubilant mood
our African birds give us delight
cheering us while in their cage, verily secured.
Through their guarding prowess
our dogs keep us physically protected
while barking unceasingly
signaling presence of strangers
indeed warning us with their distinct siren.
Midst everyday undertakings
our birds as a couple cause us to giggle
letting our special child burst into contagious mirth
as they pirouette in graceful partnership
showing enthusiastic vibrancy.
In their capacity to provide blissful companionship
our dogs: Aleli, and puppies, Machiato and Mocha
plus our birds, Mr. Blest and Mrs. Blessie ---
--- give us valuable de-stressing relief
unburdening our minds, soothing us from pressures.
Altogether, our peace-bestowing pets are blessings from God
Thankful* are we for they are fulfilling their roles accordingly:
Our circumspect dogs in their years of diligent warning endeavours
And our vivacious birds in their more than a decade
of joyous “tweet engagements.”
*Colossians 3:15 And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful.
February 13, 2020
3rd place, "My companion and close friend that never complains" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 2/18/2020.
I have been called 'names' besides my name
to grandpa I was 'Funny Girl'
I would stomp my foot but still to him I came
he was funny and I wish that I could be Funny Girl again
My sweet grandma always called me her 'Dear Heart'
she also said it in Ojibway, 'Wiishkobe Ode'
I love her so much even though she had to depart,
she even called me these names in front of my school friends
My husband called liked to call me 'Sleeping Beauty'
he said it was because I could sleep all day
and sometimes when he was flirty I became 'Tutti-Frutti'
I miss him each moment of forevermore
To my mom I was always a 'Sweet Heart' to her
and for dad I was 'My Girl' since a child
they loved me, protected me, and I felt like a star
I have come far because all these sweet and silly names
_______________________
April 15, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Sweet and Silly Names
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1448-985-15
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, To Lighten the load
sponsor, Angela Tune, Judged 05/09/2022
I once asked of Love:
How will I know you?
Will you be a clap of thunder
Vibrating my heart?
Or the din of a clanging bell
Ringing in my head?
Or a wind song’s gusty tempo
Howling at my ear?
And Love answered me:
You will know me when—
All the things you are and cherish
You would gladly give
For the happiness of that one,
Matter not the cost;
For Love speaks out so quietly
In the need to share.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Free Verse On Love
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 08/05/2017
~1st Place~
Contest: The Lazy Poet Contest
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged 10/15/2014